15 years later

Harry Potter was sitting in his small room at number 4 Privet Drive dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans with a black eye, he had been home just long enough to turn 16 and he was already nearly at breaking point. The loud mouth bastards he called family were just too irritating, they constantly belittled him, practically starved him and forced him to do manual labour without even a little bit of thanks or even acknowledgement, they actually thought he should do all if the ridiculous tasks they set for him to do in order to repay them for taking him in. If Dumbledore let the muggle police know of this or even the wizarding law officials the Dursleys would be spending a lot of time in prison getting what they deserved.

This summer however was even worse than any others he had been forced to endure, with his Godfather now dead the Dursleys no longer had to fear of any repercussions, the pathetic attempt the order had made to scare them had only encouraged them in fact his Uncle had taken it as a personal challenge. It might not have been that bad he'd taken a few hits from his Uncle before, well now it was a back hand for every little thing but the worst part was not even one owl from his friends not a word since the departure from the train station except for one brief letter in the muggle post from all of the Weasleys and Hermione telling him not to blame himself and how Sirius wouldn't want him to mope over his death. But with all that had happened it only got worse you see it wasn't so much that the Dursleys knew Sirius was dead but the fact that Dumbledore who thought they needed to fully understand the impact of Sirius's dead in order for him to come to terms with it had sent them a play by fucking play letter detailing the whole incident to them. Now it was a never ending reminder the others in the order or even his so called friends may have held back any thought of him being at fault but the Dursleys sure as hell didn't.

Harry Potter stood up and walked towards his window staring out at the sun set in the sky, it was beautiful he had to admit it didn't seem right to see such a wonderful thing wit the way his life was. But no he had to think clearly he reminded himself, his mind already formulating a plan for things to change. First he thought to himself he had to find a way to use magic without anyone knowing and that meant all of his magic being undetected dark, light and everything in between. Heaving a sigh Harry thought to himself in shame 2 minutes in and he was already stuck, he didn't have a clue where he was going to find that Flourish & Blotts was too goody goody to sell anything like that as it was clearly illegal. Knockturn Alley was too unpredictable too many people just waiting to hustle any stupid fucker with a little gold even if by some miracle he managed to get what he wanted he would be cheated out of a lot of gold that he needed badly. Then it struck him in order to block however the Ministry kept taps on him he would most likely need to use very dark magic and the darkest family he knew were the Blacks who's family home he just so happened to know where it was the only trouble was getting in and out without the order knowing. With a smile he set to work first he had to identify who was playing warden tonight, he didn't have to look far half way down the front garden of number 4 was a foot in a beat up black leather boot. Dunk was the first thought that struck Harry as he stared at the foot and it seemed he was totally pissed out of his head.

With a laugh Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak the only thing aside from his wand, the remains of the knife Sirius had given him he had taken to carrying it on his person in the event his Uncle went to far and a little wizarding money he had been able to keep from getting locked up in the cupboard under the stairs like the rest of his things. Carefully he made his way down the stairs careful to avoid any squeaking steps him made it to the front door and a few blocks away from Privet Drive under the cloak in no time. He drew his wand and summoned the Knight bus and asked to be taken to anywhere along Grimmauld Place. (Am I right in thinking that number 12 isn't the only house called Grimmauld Place?)

It was a surprisingly short trip it only took about half an hour before he got there, he made it to the front door of number 12 Grimmauld Place with surprising ease only to find the door was fucking locked. He couldn't believe it he had made it this far without Voldemort, the Ministry, the order or even Dumbledore knowing to be stopped by a fucking locked door. He spun around in anger when suddenly he felt the melted blade of Sirius's knife poking his leg, he stopped for a moment to think.

"I wonder could it still work the blade is nearly all melted but there's still a little left and the only real protection number 12 had was void to him as he had been informed by the secret keeper. After a few moments of fumbling he managed to get the blade fully inside the lock and after a few seconds to his surprise he heard a click and the door swung open. He managed to grab the door nob before it made any sound that might alert Mrs Black, because if she woke up he was well and truly fucked. Carefully he closed the door behind him and looked around it was still as dark and gloomy as it was at Christmas, think about Christmas however just brought back a lot of memories of Sirius and of how happy he had seemed. It had been the happiest Harry had seen him since he told Sirius he believed he was innocent. Rubbing his eyes furiously to get rid of the tears threatening to fall he forced himself to think of something, anything else trashing Dumbledore's office seemed to work it was a good image a very happy image. He moved towards the stairs keeping himself well under the invisibility cloak he went up the stairs heading towards were Sirius had mentioned the Black family library to be. As me moved closer he began to hear noise coming from were he thought the library to be, as he got to the door and peered in he saw Ron, Hermione and Ginny all sitting around a table with books open.

"Hermione why are we doing this again?" Ron moaned pitifully.

"Because Ron we only have limited use of the library as soon as Potter gets here we aren't aloud to use it, remember he can't know about the training we are receiving or the privileges we are being given Dumbledore said so himself, Harry can't learn we know more than him he has to believe he is still the best at defence against the dark arts and duelling." Hermione said.

"So Potter needs taking down a peg or two thinking he's so much better just cos he's got a lil money." Ron grumbled.

"Ron use your head" Ginny said "If Potter knew he might go dark out of jealousy because of how much better we are than him, and so that if he does go dark he needs to believe we can't beat him and take him to Dumbledore to be fixed." Ginny said.

"Yeah yeah but still we've got ages before Potter gets here can't we leave it a little longer?" he moaned again.

Harry stood still in shock what were they talking about training and since when was he ever jealous of them when it came to magic, Ron was the worst in the year and so was Ginny from what he heard. Also what was this about fixing him like he was a toy or just some weapon to be used and dis-guarded. But he was brought out of his thoughts by Hermione asking Crookshanks what was wrong, he had sat up straight and was sniffing the air.

"Shit." Harry thought, Crookshanks knew he was there.

Harry rushed as quietly as he could away from the door the cloak slipping off as he did so, Crookshanks was right behind him so he turned and opened the closest door to him and shut it behind him. Heaving a sigh he listened carefully and surprisingly he heard small sobs in the room, turning around he was in a dark room with only a few lights on the room was plain and gloomy like the rest of Grimmauld Place. Then the covers of the bed were flung off and an the person who had been sobbing cried.

"Molly I told you I'm not hungry ok leave me alone an...Harry what are you doing here?" the person asked.

Squinting through the darkness he made out who the person was it was none other than Nymphadora Tonks. Her hair was shoulder length and mousy brown, her eyes a deep blue and she looked to have been crying quite a bit by the redness of her eyes. She was wearing a purple tan top and hot pink girls boxer shorts.

"Wha...well I came to see you didn't I" he said thinking fast "I wanted to see how you were holding up.

"What" she seemed very surprised and a little flustered as her cheeks reddened even further. "Yo.. you could h have just owled." she murmured.

"True I could have but it's not really the sort of thing you can put in a letter is it 'Hi how are you sorry one of the few good relatives you had died how are you taking it?'"

Chuckling she nodded "I see your point, well I'm fine well anyway it's you I should be seeing how your doing after all Sirius meant more to you than me did didn't he." she said.

"Why should that matter yes Sirius meant a lot to me but I know he meant something to you as well, just because I relied on him more doesn't mean you can't grieve, now how are you doing really?"

"I I'm fine really H Harry I am." she said smiling unconvincingly.

Sighing me moved towards her and sat on the bed next to her and reached forward brushing his thumb across each eye, wiping her tears away.

"I can tell you've been crying Tonks, I won't judge you just because your an Auror you know, everyone has feelings I really do just want to help you Sirius wouldn't want you to be left on your own to deal with this and your too good a person..." Harry didn't get any further as Tonks launched herself at him clutching to his t-shirt with an iron-fist sobbing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her bringing her to sit on his lap letting her cry into his shirt rocking her back and forth gently as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Harry was getting a little nervous if someone came in now or heard them he wouldn't be able to hide so carefully he whispered into Tonks ear.

"Tonks do you think you could lock the door and silence the room?

She shot up in an instant hair fiery red and angry right across her features, immediately Harry realised his mistake.

"Not like that" he said honestly "It's just I'm not meant to be here and if someone comes in I'll have to go and I don't want to leave you."

Her eyes softened her hair immediately went pink, her face went red and she looked down in shame murmuring an apology tears welling up in her eyes again.

He pulled her back onto his lap wrapping his arms around her and hers going around his neck, he quietly whispering shushes in a sympathetic tone into her ear as he held her. After a moment or two she pulled away and picked up her wand to silence the room and lock the door she turned back to him and smiled.

"Thanks I really needed that and I really am sorry about getting mad like that it's just usually when a guy takes an interest in me it's for one thing" she said an angry look on her face. "You know your the first to actually ask me how I'm coping with Sirius's death."

"But before when I came in you though it was her and you told her to leave you alone." Harry said.

"Huh oh yeah" a sour look on her face "She's been trying to set me up with one of her brats I don't know there names."

Chuckling Harry said "I take it your not a fan of the Weasleys then?"

"Fuck no" she said causing Harry to laugh and get a smile out of Tonks "I know there your friends but there just a little too much like the kids that went to Hogwarts when I was there you know I didn't exactly have a good time at Hogwarts. She said bitterly.

"Because of your powers?" he questioned, to which she nodded.

He pulled her back into a hug and whispered into he ear "there all idiots then aren't they if they can't see what a wonderful person you are" he said while rubbing her back soothingly.

She hugged him tighter and whispered quietly.

"Thank you Harry."

He just smiled and hugged her tighter till they both fell asleep.

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